Your snobbishness killed us, them. 
No monks wrote the inscription for our ashes, reading: Just because we’re not there to floodlight what we know from swimming exhausted doesn’t mean we weren’t Bodhis / each physique w/ hammer in hand. Nailing our souls together takes a moment of our lives that we don’t have, don’t love, don’t rate.  
 
Whatever takes substance and breadth, we’re not doing it!